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PADDY WORKS ON THE RAILWAY (1) In eighteen hundred and forty one, I put my corduroy breeches on I put my cordury breeches on, to work upon the railway. Fil-a-mee-o-ry, ory, ay (3x) To work upon the railway. In eighteen hundred and forty two, I left the ould world for the new Bad cess to the luck that brought me through, to work upon the railway. In eighteen hundred and forty three, 'twas then I met sweet Biddy McGee An iligant wife she's been to me, while workin on the railway. In eighteen hundred and forty four, me back was gettin' mighty sore Me back was gettin' might sore while workin' on the railway. In eighteen hundred forty five, I found meself more dead than alive I found meself more dead than alive, while workin' on the railway. It's "Pat do this!" and "Pat do that!", without a stocking or cravat Nothing but an ould straw hat while Pat worked on the railway. In eighteen hundred and forty seven, sweet Biddy McGee she went to heaven She left one child, she left eleven to work upon the railway. In eighteen hundred and forty eight I learned to drink my whiskey straight It's an iligant drink that can't be beat for workin' on the railway. @Irish @work @railroad filename[ PADRAIL1 TUNE FILE: PADRAIL1 CLICK TO PLAY RG APR99 |
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